High Enough

We found the eye of the storm little late and without warning
I watched the shadow of your stories swing on my dashboard

I can't get high enough without you.

No sense counting the tears that are frozen on your faceĀ 
No sense counting lost minutes and hours when it's a second too lateĀ 
I can't keep filling these voids with ashes and cigarette smoke
I can't keep watching through frozen windows for any sign of hope.

◄ Brian

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